>Hiding in a bush, you crouch near Feather as she surveys the house nearby.
>Staring straight through the ground, she whispers to you.
>”You sure this place is secure?  I see something pony-sized wandering down there.”
>You slap your forehead as you brief her on your limited knowledge.
“Had a friend with a nice, expensive shelter in there.“
>The mare looks at you with curiosity as she asks the obvious.
>”Then why is there a pony in there?”
>Shaking your head, you drone out a response.
“Well, he was dumb as bricks so he probably opened it up the moment he heard some girl-thing flirt with him through the reinforced steel door.”
>”Ah.”
>Sitting in brief silence, you hear a distant rhythmic squeal.
>A smirk crawls over Feather's face as you look in her direction.
>Before you can ask, the mare reaches around you with a hoof, her voice still hushed.
>”Hey, c'mere real quick.”
“Wha-”
>She drags you in close to her belly, your ear pressed against the taut skin.
>The squeals heard from earlier grow louder as you listen in.
>You feel Feather's body shake with each muffled thump within.
>As not to interrupt her guests, she mouths to you.
>”Seems the two I ate earlier want one last fling.”
>Paying no attention to the mare, you listen intently.
>Inside the digestive organ, the couple were in the throes of passion.
>Sloppy, wet splashes of thick slime declare their deed with each thrust.
>Rapturous voices of two bodies echo inside the fleshy prison.
>Sounds of your species' lust for one last sexual release resound through the digestive tract.
>You sit idly, compelled to hear the end.
>A masculine groan shudders out as a feminine cry ring from Feather's gut.
>They pant as you feel the stomach slowly starts to churn the bodies.
>Their breaths slowly fade as the digestive chamber drowns out the sounds with a threatening growl.
>Stunned, you feel Feather move you away from her belly as you sat there in a daze.
>She claps her hooves together, knocking some sense into you as she addresses her human.
>”Hey Ace you got a little something over...”
>Wordlessly, she motions to your pants.
>Looking down, you see a massive erection straining against the teeth of your zipper.
>The blood rushes to your cheeks once more as you adjust your pants to hide your shame.
>With a chuckle, the pegasus asks you once more.
>”I told you I can take care of that-”
>You blurt out.
“No way, no how!  I'll be fine, now let's head to the shelter.”
>With a chortle, the pony follows your lead into your former friend's home.
>Passing by the broken front door, you see the entire inside of the building is in shambles.
>It mattered not to you while you eye the door to the basement.
>Motioning to your friend, you quietly instruct her.
“Go on ahead, I'd probably be torn to bits if the pony saw me first.”
>With a hoofed salute, she trots through the doorway.
>At least, she tried to as her pudgy body caught on the door frame.  
>Armed with the grace of a floundering fish, Feather shimmied through the entrance while taking half the wall with her.
>You cough as dust flew from the pony as she stumbled down the concrete stairs, removing the destroyed door frame as she went.
>Hearing her hooves clop awkwardly against the tiny human-sized staircase, she leaps to the bottom floor, the entire house shaking at her landing.
>Fanning the airborne debris in front of you, you peer through the makeshift hole as you see a strange pony stand in the entrance of the shelter.
>The pony's white coat and curly pink tail and mane, while dull still holds a healthy shimmer in the right light.
>Her blue eyes contain color, but little beyond that.
>Feather and the stranger size each other up before your mare takes lead in conversation.
>”Hey, got room in there for another?”
>The unsettling blue irises drift over to you briefly before focusing back to the pegasus.
>A cute, squirrely voice comes forth from the pony.
>”Seems you have a nice human with you... saving him for later?”
>Shaking her head, you see Feather tense up before denying.
>”No, he's with me.  Not sure what wave of ponies you came with, but I'm told to save ones like him.”
>A lick of her white lips gave you chills as she eyes you once more.
>She gives a menacing giggle before giving her hind legs a couple of cracks to loosen up.
>With a cocky tone, she gives Feather a confident glance.
>”So I only need to eat you before I can eat him?  Sounds easy enough.”
>You feel a flare of anger flash from your pegasus as she turns her hind legs towards the opposing pony, prime position to buck the stranger's head clean off.
>Her hind legs hit true, but not as expected.
>The pearl-coated pony unhinged her jaw in time, chomping down on Feather's hind hooves.
>You see disbelief flash in her face as the pegasus hits the ground, her body slowly being slurped down by the opposing pony.
>Unable to move, you stand paralyzed as your companion is greedily gulped down by her foe.
>Your heart races as you find yourself unarmed, no option to fight back.
>With a fruitless glance around your surroundings, you can only look back to Feather, who was flank-deep inside the pony.
>As you breath deep to shout to Feather, you see a confident grin stamped on her face.
>You save your breath as the cocky pony you knew returns with a question directed to you.
>”Hey Ace... how much have I eaten in the past couple of days?”
>Pondering for a moment, you spitball an estimate.
“A lot, easily more than your weight.”
>Her pearly whites flash as her progress into the mare's throat halts.
>The opposing pony appears to be gagging on something as Feather gives you one last question.
>”How many times have I gone to the bathroom?”
>A brief moment is all you needed before you realized what was going on.
>Feather uses her free front hooves to seal the pony's jaw onto her lower body.
>Tears well up in the receiving pony's eyes as muffled spurts of waste shoot down her throat.
>The pristine white belly slowly stretches out as it fills with meals long passed.
>Riding the inside of the pony like a wild bull, the pegasus taunts the disgusted pony.
>”What'sa matter?  You were so eager to suck me down earlier, now I actually have to force it in you!”
>Closed eyes and gritted teeth, Feather concentrates hard on relieving every bit of matter that was crammed up in her intestines.
>You back away from the awkward rodeo, seeing your mare slowly slipping out from the lips of the retching equine.
>Feather hits the ground with a heavy thump as the white pony runs up the stairs, passing you by.
>Your mare recovers immediately, eager to see the fruit of her mischief, galloping up to you.
>She hooks you in her foreleg, a maddening smile on her mouth.
>”Come on, can't wait to see how she looks!”
>Exiting the destroyed home, you see the white pony vomiting a stream of brown matter.
>Marbled with bits of broken bones, the sick mare continues to retch out the fetid leftovers.
>With no end in sight, you pinch your nose to the pungent smell of feces as Feather holds you close.
>A pleased look embedded on her expression, she takes in the scene with a comment.
>”Nothing like poetic justice, eh Ace?”
>You nod, not wanting to breathe in the air to respond.
>Seeing the pony's belly slowly shrink back to its original size, she falls over backwards, panting.
>Feather releases you to go stand victoriously over the defeated mare.
>Taking the prone pony's hind legs in her front hooves, the pegasus calls out.
>”Now, let me show you how to do it.”
>Quickly jamming the pristine white hooves in her mouth, the pony weakly begs.
>”Please no, I was just.. hungry.”
>Giving the tired pony a quick shake of her head, Feather's prey starts to paw at the ground with the last bits of strength in her body.
>With renewed fervor, your mare practically inhales the pony, the next gulp sending the pony belly-deep into Feather's gullet.
>She twists and turns to no avail, unable to slip out from the pegasus' appetite.
>Her hooves try to beat on Feather's snout, but a quick bite with her powerful jaws knock the wind out of the pony.
>With a whimper, she resigns herself to her fate, Feather's tongue slipping over the top of the pony's head.
>The lengthy muscle pulls the rest of the pony passed the mare's pearly whites, closing with finality.
>Swallowing the rest of her victim with ease, she uses her fore hooves to massage the bulbous head-shaped bulge in her throat, coaxing it down.
>Her belly swells out once more, a mess of thick limbs clamoring over the little space offered within.
>You see the pony weakly struggle against the fleshy walls as they close in to tightly bind her inside.
>A rumbling belch escapes Feather's throat as she pats her obedient belly with a smirk.
>The scene almost distracted you long enough before the smell of the regurgitated pile of waste wafted back into your nose.
>Motioning to Feather to come inside, she lays outside, basking in the limited amount of sunlight left in the afternoon.
>Another rush of gas parts her lips as she raises her voice to you.
>”Lemme bask in my victory a bit longer Ace, besides...”
>Looking over to the giant brown pile, she gives a stupid grin.
>”Everypony loves their own brand.”